William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 115
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
Determine on some course more than a wild exposure to each chance.
Zounds! I was never so bethumped with words since I first called my brother's father dad.
Promising is the very air o' the time; it opens the eyes of expectation.
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth.
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.
A sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit; How quickly the wrong side may be turned outward!
Charity itself fulfills the law. And who can sever love from charity?
The urging of that word, judgment, hath bred a kind of remorse in me.